Unexpected Gift(49)

I gasp for breath from the amount of energy I had to use to control myself. I place my hands against my eyes and take deep breaths. One more touch and boom! I’ll blow.

“What is it?” she heaves, flipping that long, golden hair over her shoulder, leaving one shoulder bare. That’s when I notice how it is unmarked. I make a mental note to nip and suck a mark on it later.

“Nothing.” I never want to pressure her, but the ache in my balls needed release. I am five seconds away from getting up and going to the bathroom to finish this myself.

Suddenly, the tips of her hair tickle my chest. I glance down to see her kissing my abs, licking my hips—that divot that all the women seem to love. She yanks my shorts down below my balls. And nothing happens.

“Wow,” she says.

I glance down my body to see her staring at my cock, like it will bite her. I flex it, causing it to jump and it startles her. Her hand flies to her chest, and then we both start to laugh. “That isn’t funny. I’m nervous.”

“You don’t have to do anything, sunshine.” My laughter slows as she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft.

“It’s so big.”

It is. I know I’m pretty well-endowed, but I don’t boast about it. When a man has a big dick, one of two things happens. One, either the girl loves it and he’ll get laid, or two, they run for the damn hills.

More often than not, women run when they see how big I am. I hope Molly doesn’t. I have a feeling we will fit perfectly.

I don’t say anything. I let her inspect it. Let her feel the weight of it in her hand. Once she seems satisfied, her eyes meet mine and strokes.

“Oh, fuck.” I bend my head back, straining the tendons in my neck. “Sunshine, this isn’t going to take long. I’m about to blow.”

“Really?” A smug smile plays on her face.

“Really.”

The little devil speeds her thrusts, jacking me like a damn professional. “There’s no way you haven’t done this before. Feels so good.” I swallow, coating my dry throat.

Her dark, caramel eyes meet mine. The same eyes I’ve imagined down there over and over again the last few weeks. Right when my toes start to curl and the base of my spine starts to tingle, I close my eyes, preparing to shoot my load all over her hand. She stops.

She fucking stops, and I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, feeling the buildup of come in the muscle of my shaft. “No, no, no. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

A few seconds later, the tip of my cock enters a wet, hot cavern. “Molly!” I thrust my cock down her throat on instinct causing her to gag. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry. It feels so good. I won’t do that again. I promise.”

She nods, lifting off me until the only thing in her mouth is my crown. I can’t take my eyes away from her. One hand is still wrapped around the base, the other holding my pelvis down as she slurps and dips, sliding down my length until she can’t take anymore. She watches what she does. Her hand jacks me, her lips suck me, all in perfect rhythm.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

I want to enjoy this. This is years of buildup, and her first blow job, I didn’t want to disappoint her exploration by popping off too quick.

She pulls completely off, the red tip shiny with her spit, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my fat cock. Her tongue flicks out, tentatively, rolling it around the nerves underneath the helmet.

Hot spot.

“Fuck!” I yell, clutching the sheets so hard, I rip them.

She falls back, holding a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I told you, I don’t know what I’m doing.” she hid her face in her hands from embarrassment.

“No. that’s not it,” I sit up and take her hands in mine. “Remember when I told you about hot spots?”

“Yeah,” her voice full of trepidation.

“Where you licked, right here,” I take her index finger and glide it over the spot she licked. I shivered, arching my back. “So sensitive.”

“Can I make you come from that?”

“I don’t know. No one has ever tried.”

She lays down, getting comfortable between my legs, but I remain sitting up. I like this view a hell of a lot better. “You don’t mind if I keep playing?”

My balls might fucking burst from holding back my orgasm, but I’ll be fine. “Like you’re going to hear me complain about that sweet mouth loving on my dick.”

Her cheeks brighten before taking my cock in her hand again, starting a slow, feel-good pace. I don’t have the urge to come, that subsided from our break, but she is staring at my sack with interest. “Are your balls sensitive?”

“Very,” I growl, hoping she wants to put one of them into her mouth.

She licks the middle, the line that divides my orbs, then places a gentle kiss on each one. She keeps stroking my manhood and then takes her hand between my legs and rolls my balls. She sucks one, and then both into her mouth, making my dreams an actual reality. I’ve never had a woman do that before.

It feels good to share a first with her. “No one has ever done that.”

“Licked your balls?” she lifted a brow at me, wiping her mouth off.

I snorted with laughter. “Yeah. Not many women want to go down that far.”